Good
morning,
Quote
of the day:
“To
achieve success no matter the job, we must pay a price.”
Vince
Lombardi
A
friend sent this to me. “I was sitting at the breakfast table with
my 16 year old granddaughter and asked her what tomorrow was. She
said it was President's Day. I asked her what does this mean. She
said the it is when the President steps out of the White House and if
he sees his shadow we get one more year of baloney.” Thanks Gary.
On
occasion we must remember the good people that have passed through
some of our lifetimes...here is one.
Cole
Porter
Songwriter/Composer
Cole
Albert Porter was born in Peru, Indiana on June 9, 1891 to a wealthy
Episcopalian family. Their money came from Cole’s grandfather who
was a timber and coal speculator. Cole’s mother Kate was musically
inclined and encouraged Cole to take violin lessons at the age of 6.
At the age of 10 he began taking piano lessons and he wrote his first
operetta with the help of his mother who recognized his musical
talent. His grandfather wanted him to become a lawyer and he went to
Worcester College and then to Yale and then to the Harvard Law School
where he roomed with Dean Acheson who became the American Secretary
of State under Harry Truman. While at both Yale and Harvard he was a
member of several honor societies but his mind was not of law, it was
on music. In fact he wrote 300 songs while at Yale including the
Yale fight song which is in use to this day. Cole’s inattention in
law classes caught the attention of one of his professors who told
him to “stop wasting his time”. Cole took him to heart and
transferred to the School of Music. Cole introduced one of his
creations in a Broadway musical revue. It was titled “Esmeralda”
and proved to be a hit. After that he had several failures in a row
and the pressure of failure got to him and he moved to Paris and hung
out with other American ex-patriots like Ernest Hemingway and F.
Scott Fitzgerald. In WWI Cole did not register for the draft but
knocked around Europe fraternizing with the other intellectuals know
as “The Lost Generation”. He claimed to have joined the French
Foreign Legion but there is no written proof of it. However, in the
French Foreign Legion Museum there is an acknowledgment that he was
indeed a Legionnaire. In 1918 he met a wealthy Louisville, Kentucky
divorcee named Linda Lee Thomas who was 10 years his senior and
married her the next year. Even though his wife conceived and
miscarried and they were married for 34 years, he was often seen with
Hollywood beauties on his arm, those that knew him believed he was
more homosexual than bi-sexual. After he and Linda moved to
Hollywood it became more and more apparent. He admittedly wrote
“Easy to Love” to architect Ed Tauch and “You Would Be So Nice
to Come Home To” to choreographer Nelson Barclift. The children of
long time friend Ray Kelly receive royalties from the music of
childless Cole to this day. Cole’s sexual preference
notwithstanding, he was an enormous musical talent but his wife Linda
and he did separate over his philandering. The famous composer
Richard Rodgers met Cole in Venice in 1919 and Cole played some his
compositions for him. Rodgers was amazed to discover that he did not
have anything playing on Broadway. Cole came back to the US in the
late 1920’s and began to make up for lost time. In three years
Cole wrote three scores for successful musicals on Broadway that
included the immortal songs “Let’s Do It” (Lets fall in love),
“You Do Something To Me” and “What Is This Thing Called Love?”
In 1932 he gave us “Night and Day”, the song most recognized as
pure Cole Porter. From this point on it was almost one smash hit
after another including these songs: “I Get a Kick Out Of You”,
“You’re The Top”, “Begin the Beguine”, “Just One Of Those
Things”, “Red, Hot and Blue”, “It’s De-lovely”, “I’ve
Got You Under My Skin”, “In The Still of The Night”, and
“Don’t Fence Me In” believe it or not. In 1937 he was in a
riding accident that damaged both of his legs to the point that
amputation of them both was considered. He went through over 30
operations and one leg was saved but Cole was essentially an invalid
and in pain for the rest of his days resulting in times of deep
depression. His wife Linda came back to him to care for him in this
trying time. In spite of his infirmities he continued to score at
least one musical per year until his beloved mother died in 1952 and
his wife in 1954. After that although he continued to write he was
not as prolific and his depression, ulcers and leg pain finally took
its toll and he never wrote another score after 1958 and spent the
remainder of his years in relative seclusion. In 1964 in Santa
Monica, California at the age of 73 the soul of Cole Porter departed
this earth because of kidney failure. He was buried at Mount Hope
Cemetery in Peru, Indiana between his wife and his father. He is
without question a musical legacy worldwide.
This
Date in History January 30
1972
Earlier the English Parliament had decreed that anyone that seemed
to be a threat to the peace in Northern Ireland would be arrested.
We all know how hot blooded the Irish are anyway and with this
obvious trampling of their rights would not stand without action. A
group of civil rights workers notified the Londonderry authorities
that they would be forming a civil rights march on this date in
protest of what Parliament had decreed. The Londonderry and British
authorities disallowed the march but the marchers showed up anyway.
The British responded with sending in a platoon of Royal paratroopers
with instructions to stop the march by whatever mean it took. When
the
marchers
reached the paratroopers that had the road blocked, the paratroopers
indiscriminately open fire with automatic weapons into the unarmed
crowd. The result was 13 killed and 19 wounded and is known to this
day as “Bloody
Sunday”.
As you can guess, the entire free world raised almighty hell and
money flowed into the Irish Republican Army like the Amazon meaning
that the British would have their hands full with the IRA for years
to come and indeed they do.
Thanks
for listening I can hardly wait until tomorrow
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